I am not verbose, I am laconic,
at most, I shorten the poem,
I diminish the lie,
I stabilize the truth,
I am a minimalist poet!
white
a sensation of floating
suspended
in
an emblematic
essence
of infinity
distilled down
transcending
the conventional
a pure form
an absence
of colour
as a timeless presence
perfectly aligned
questioning
reshaping
the undertones
of enigma
with
an interplay of shades
meditative,
therapeutic
as
a whisper
in the
maze
of imagination
Pith is pithier than pithy
-it’s not a question of if.
You know atoms are tiny
when you get at ‘em.
Sometimes they’re the point.
Meanings have layers
like lasagna.
Two or three should suffice.
Any more is a little less nice.
Less is more is the better
advice.
But I sense I said that twice.
Lasagna and spaghetti
go to together like a Yeti
and Big Foot.
So maybe skip the spaghetti.
Are you aiming to have a carb overload?
You better avoid that road.
I like little feet as opposed to a big foot
-they’re tinier.
More minor.
Less dimensional.
They can be on point
-and that’s plane to see.
I could say more but I don’t see
the point,
in that case.
Queen of Materialism Versus Queen of Minimalism
She shops and shops and shops and shops.
She is either in a store or on the phone.
Amazon boxes surround her house.
Some are opened, some are not.
She is a consumer, smothered under boxes.
You can find her hand reaching toward the computer
As she tries to click “buy” but the rest of her is under boxes.
Hear that click? She just bought something else.
Will she have time to open all of these boxes before she dies?
Doubtful.
The Queen of Materialism lives.
Our next Queen has signed up to be in a tour of homes.
Her friends are horrified.
It is a Christmas tour. She has no Christmas stuff.
She has no quilts, no tree, no ornaments, no stuff.
Her house is black and white and blah.
There are no pictures on her wall.
She would not recognize an Amazon box.
She is not curious, not interesting, not tantalized by shiny things.
Colorful sassy things do not amaze, intrigue or entice her.
She does not go into stores, and she does not shop online.
Her house is stark, empty, bereft. She is the Queen of Minimalism.
See behind this curtain,glimpses into the soul,to reveal within the heart, innermost thoughts,living truths become the now from then. Hidden allusions, enigmatic yet proven by time,pared down succinct,derivated but different,live and breathing empirical minimalist moments of inspiration.Everything flows so smooth in this show of former things,casual remarks, encaptured experience indelible impressions contrasts yet always relevant.Vibrant images obliterate the unnecessary,become apparent as little songs from great sorrow with eureka moments.
The blind man visited you
With the help of his stick…
You let him in.
When he left you found out that
Your wallet has gone…
She walked with resolve through her thoughts late last night,
Walked in a single straight line,
She walked determined to clear it all out,
All the colourful shapes in her mind,
The shapes that have jumbled the clear and concise,
That messed up where her thoughts belong,
She cleared up ideas from counterfeit folks,
She threw out the thoughts that were wrong,
So today she can see the things that matter,
The abstract beliefs that she holds,
Now she can walk clear and know who she is,
As she walks her dependable road,
Last night she cleared out, she emptied her past,
She threw out the thoughts that were fake,
And woke up in a mind filled with beautiful truth,
In the minimal world she creates.
Frugality
Spending on things that's
really necessary
in restrained manner.
~X~X~X~
Minimalism
A technique that's marked
by extreme sparseness, simple
wilful lack of style.
~X~X~X~
The dyed bamboo of Chinese finger traps
Should have taught me everything
To strive is to cut through jungle
To surrender is to know
I am jungle
Seems Minimalism:
Life choosing whichever theme
May be peerless on quality prime.
At last ends in burial
turning trivial.
12/21/18
Redeem time* to the utmost
by God’s triumphant might
fulfilling His will; faith-driven
while loving neighbors as yourself.
*Colossians 4:5 Walk in wisdom ... redeeming the time.
December 17, 2018
6th place, "Minimalism" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer; judged on 12/20/2018.
snowflake
journey over
resting
a child’s tongue
tingling
©12/14/2018
Minimalism Poetry Contest
sponsor – Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Quaint
gas street lamps;
not too many are left.
Their soft, warm, amber glows
replaced by hard, cold, white beams;
the new L E D technology
of our advanced,
modern age.
Sandra M. Haight
The more I can have, the more I see,
The less I really need,
The less I want around my house and
The less I want to read,
About how much that I should have,
How much that I should buy,
With all the cash that I have earnt,
Instead I question why,
Not have a house that’s free of clutter,
Free of stuff that chokes,
Free of big large furnishings,
Hoarded in other folks,
Houses in suburbs where they are,
Chained to the spending wheel,
Instead, I can live in a space that’s free,
Where I can breathe and think and feel.
It's hard to be minimalistic
When everything seems worth keeping
And I can't keep my mind clean
When everything seems worth keeping
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